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Entry Two

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Woke up today feeling very refreshed. That was until I noticed I was sleeping on the floor. It can't be my fault. I consider myself a highly-controlled sleeper. Must remember to get a bigger bed. Don't know if Dumbledore will let me though. Apparently a Queen-sized bed is big enough for me. I disagree. My stuffed toys need lots of space. All three hundred and twenty-six of them. Quirrell says I really should throw some out. He said they were utterly useless clutter. I argued that they helped protect me at night. Mummy always said so. Quirrell just sneered. I absolutely loathe him! At the same time, I feel pathetic. I was having an argument with a stuttering idiot!

On the bright (or rather dim) side, I had my first Potion lesson with the Gryffindors and Slytherins today. The minute I saw Potter's hair I got really annoyed again. Nobody but me deserves such marvellous hair! Especially not Potter. Him with his fame and glory. I got so jealous. Asked him some of the most basic questions and he couldn't answer them! I doubt he even knew that bezoars existed. Should have poisoned him when I got the chance, stolen his hair and made a wig. Dumbledore might have noticed though…

The Longbottom boy in my class was also a twit. Forgot to add porcupine quills to the potion. Had boils all over his nose (secretly checked mine just in case). Not that it mattered, he wasn't that pretty to start with.

The only person that seemed smarter than a Doxy, besides yours truly and that Mudblood Hermione, was Draco Malfoy. His hair is quite attractive too, silver-blonde and all. Wonder if blonde will suit me…